When I couldn't
bear another day,
I cloud-watched
for dear life -
no two skies alike
Those skies
made plain to me
where my thoughts began
and where they ended
I saw the witch Kikimora
and her white Cat
scudding from cloud to cloud
Stop weeping
on the world's shoulder!
Kikimora
spat out her good advice
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